All memories come in crashing
in like a wave
When I start moving,
my vision becomes blur,
this is what I saw in the thought that had occurred;
I need to know how I got here
and now I'm begging at your door,
I cannot bear this feeling anymore,
I need a cure.
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365 DAYS.
PoetryI am simply drinking coffee and rather lazily writing poems days after I was supposed to.
DAY 55: Memories
All memories come in crashing
in like a wave
When I start moving,
my vision becomes blur,
this is what I saw in the thought that had occurred;
I need to know how I got here
and now I'm begging at your door,
I cannot bear this feeling anymore,
I need a cure.